Fortunately, the volcano did not erupt.
A villager stayed where he was, watching quietly as large raindrops fell over the town of Sanchel.
"The volcano.....did not erupt..."
"Great! No eruption!"
A shout of joy erupted from somewhere in the crowd, instantly igniting the villagers' joy.
"Great! No more disaster!"
"Oh my God! Oh my God! God bless you!"
"No, no, no! It was the magician from the royal capital who saved us!"
This rain was like a miracle, eliminating all crises.
The mages and knights who returned to Sanchel Town one after another relaxed their frowns, but their hearts did not relax at the same time. Instead, they felt extremely heavy.
Everyone remained silent, like walking puppets.
The townspeople who were unaware of the truth walked out of the safe zone and returned to their town, thanking the heroes who 'saved' them.
However, no wizard could proudly say "You're welcome" when facing them.
They failed to save these innocent residents, and even they themselves were almost destroyed in the volcano.
Yes, just a little bit.
The magic formation was not released in the end.
If the volcano erupted completely at that time.
All the mages sent from the royal capital will die under the world-destroying lava.
Under this heavy rain, residents returned to their homes one after another.
The army began to send the mages back to the capital one after another. Duke Levi stood in the heavy rain, letting the storm blow on his face.
Until the last group of wizards left, Count Baker looked at Duke Levi from afar and shook his head.
"Good-bye, Duke."
He almost forced himself to utter the last sentence, with obvious dissatisfaction in his tone, and his hand leaning on the crutch was a little unsteady.
"Duke Levi, I understand how much you love your daughter."
"But before you act rashly, please consider your position."
"After returning to the capital this time, you may be impeached by many ministers, so please take care of yourself."
After saying this, the noble wizard got on the carriage and left under the escort of the army.
From beginning to end, Duke Levi never raised his head to respond.
The surrounding knights were worried that Duke Levi would get sick in this heavy rain. After all, the mage's body was not as strong as their knights.
So he called him:
"Your Excellency the Duke, please get in the carriage and wait. Knight Commander Gwen is looking for your daughter."
Duke Levi did not respond to him. He stood in the wind and rain for a long time without responding.
His eyes were dull and lifeless.
A silvery-white figure suddenly appeared in the wind and rain in the night sky, like a sudden dawn in the darkness.
She held the blonde girl in her arms.
Duke Levi saw it, and in an instant, a light of hope appeared in his eyes again.
Gwen brought Erica to Duke Levi and handed her over to him.
"I have done my duty, Your Excellency the Duke."
Duke Levi took Erica with trembling hands and held her in his arms, his eyes full of shock and regret.
"Erica, Erica..."
It seemed that a gentle call woke Erica up. She slowly raised her eyelids, saw her most familiar father, and forced a smile.
"Dad, I'm back."
At this moment, this powerful man in the Carencia Empire shed tears.
He was once a man of great stature, but he failed to protect his daughter.
He was extremely ashamed.
Duke Levi hugged his daughter tightly, but all he got in return was his daughter's low moan of pain.
Only then did he notice that Erica had many burns on her body. In a panic, he tried to use magic to heal his daughter, but to little effect.
Not all wizards are as abnormal as Victor, who has learned hundreds of magic spells and can use them with great skill.
Duke Levi's healing magic could only heal minor injuries, and was completely powerless in the face of his daughter's severe burns.
He looked around anxiously, trying to find a mage who was proficient in healing, but apart from the knights standing there on standby, there were no other mages around.
Looking at Duke Levi's anxious look, Gwen hesitated for a moment and took out a bottle of scarlet potion.
The bottle of potion looked like blood, red with black inside, emitting a faint luster.
This was the healing potion that Victor gave her, but she never used it once.
I don't know what the effect will be.
But if Erica doesn't receive timely treatment, her injuries may leave permanent sequelae.
I can only take a gamble.
She gritted her teeth. At this moment, Gwen believed that Victor would not deceive her.
"Your Excellency the Duke, why don't you try this."
"If anything goes wrong, I will bear all the consequences."
Gwen handed over the potion, and Levi took it anxiously. When he saw the color of the potion, he was suddenly stunned.
Can I really drink this potion that's the same color as blood?
But there was no other way now, Erica's injuries could not be healed any longer.
He opened the cork, gently handed it to Erica's mouth, and asked casually:
"Where did you get this potion?"
"It was...my fiancé gave it to me."
The potion poured down Erica's mouth, and Duke Levi's hand trembled slightly.
Gwendelin's fiancé?
"Victor Cravener?"
"yes."
Gwen lowered her head somewhat embarrassedly. She knew that there were some frictions between the Duke and Victor, but now was not the time to care about so much.
Just then, a miracle happened.
After drinking the potion, Erica felt as if she was blessed by the goddess of healing.
The burns on his body were recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.
It was as if new flesh had grown, and the skin was as smooth as before.
The Duke was completely stunned.
First it was the blue magic potion, and now it's the scarlet recovery potion...
What on earth is going on with this horrific effect?
Gwen also stared with eyes wide open, watching this scene in surprise.
She had never used that potion before and never imagined that the effect would be so amazing.
With such a terrifying recovery effect, even if you lose half your life, you can still be resurrected, right?
However, Erica, who had recovered from her injuries, did not open her eyes.
She was so exhausted that it was a miracle that she could wake up in the Duke's arms once.
The moment the pain disappeared, she was finally able to fall into a peaceful sleep.
Duke Levi personally sent Erica to the carriage to rest. After coming out, he bowed deeply to Gwen.
"Thank you from the bottom of my heart, Knight Commander Gwen."
"Please allow me to thank you properly after returning to the capital, including your fiancé."
Gwen was somewhat flattered to hear the Duke's words.
She watched Duke Levi, who had recovered his composure, get on the carriage. The carriage slowly drove away with the surrounding troops.
Gwen took a deep breath, turned her head and glanced at the white horse in the stable that had no owner to claim.
It was still eating grass quietly at the post station, and was completely unaware that Victor, who had ridden it over, had disappeared.
'Victor, where have you been?'
The heavy rain did not stop for a long time. She put on a helmet to protect herself from the wind and rain and climbed onto the horse.
Before leaving, she took one last look at the lonely white horse.
"If you still have a conscience and remember me, then ride that horse back to find me."
'It won't die, at least not until it sees me again.'
She turned her horse around and led the knights behind her forward.
After a burst of armor clashes and the noise of horses' hooves stepping through the mud, the town of Sanchel returned to peace.
....
After a baptism of heavy rain, the ray of light broke through the haze and the sky became clear.
Within a few days, the residents of Sanchel returned to their normal lives.
It seemed that everyone had forgotten the terrible days of the past few days.
However, the entrance to the post station was not peaceful.
"Hey, that white horse is so beautiful. How about giving it to me?"
A fat and strong man stood in front of the post station, glaring at the station manager and asking questions.
They had taken a fancy to the white horse a few days ago, but after a few days, no one came to claim it, so they thought the horse had no owner.
But the administrator was stubborn and refused to agree to their outrageous demands:
"A knight paid a large sum to have us take good care of this horse."
The big man laughed out loud: "The group of people in the capital have been gone for four or five days. This horse was abandoned."
"That's right! Our boss must have made a good judgment!"
Several younger brothers around him echoed him.
"If you offer more than hers, I'll agree."
The administrator made a suggestion, looking with disdain at the few reckless people who were stirring up trouble.
The big man looked at each other and asked, "How much did you pay?"
"This number."
The administrator stretched out a palm and waved it in front of them.
"Fifty? Hahahaha! I'll offer a hundred!"
The administrator shook his head, and the big man hesitated for a moment before continuing to ask:
"five hundred?"
The administrator said nothing and continued to stare at them.
"Five thousand."
When he said this number, the men became furious.
"Fuck you! You're selling us five thousand fucking gigao for just a horse?"
"Are you taking this opportunity to blackmail us?"
After saying that, he rolled up his sleeves and was about to hit him. The administrator put his hands in front of his eyes and shrank back.
The fist did not hit him, but he heard a scream instead.
He removed his hand, his eyes widening in disbelief.
I saw a giant hand covered with lava lifting up the eldest brother who was leading the group.
The big man suddenly flew into the air, looking confused.
He didn't even know what was happening.
Several younger brothers were terrified. They looked in the direction of the giant hand and saw a man in a windbreaker at the end.
There was also a strange one-eyed crow standing on his shoulder, chirping.
Behind him, an arm stretched out that seemed to be made of lava.
There are some red lines painted on the black windbreaker, and it looks like lava is flowing in it.
"That's my horse, do you have any objection?"